Replica (Replica, Book 1) by Jenna Black

Reproduction is the breathtaking new SF novel from JENNA BLACK, writer of the Faeriewalker series.
Sixteen-year-old Nadia Lake’s marriage has been prepared with the main strong kin within the company States. She lives a lifetime of privilege whether she has to place up with paparazzi monitoring her each circulate, each aspect of her inner most lifestyles tabloid fodder. yet her destiny is guaranteed, so long as she will be able to continue her ideal public image—no effortless feat while your betrothed is a infamous playboy.

Nathaniel Hayes is the inheritor to the corporate that pioneered human replication: a know-how that each nation and each nation on the planet could kill to have. other than he’s extra attracted to sneaking round the seedy underbelly of the country previously referred to as ny than he's in studying to run his destiny corporation or dating his bride-to-be. She’s no longer precisely his type…not that he can inform a person that.

But then Nate turns up useless, and Nadia was once the final individual to work out him alive.

When the hot Nate wakes up within the replication tanks, he is familiar with he should have died, yet with a reminiscence that purely reaches to his final reminiscence back-up, he doesn’t recognize what—or quite, who—killed him.

Together, Nadia and Nate needs to observe what relatively occurred with no revealing the secrets and techniques that those that run their global might kill to guard.

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Within the skies over Oakland, California, a DC-10 and a 747 are approximately to collide. yet within the a ways far-off destiny, a time commute group is getting ready to grab the passengers, leaving prefabricated smoking our bodies in the back of for the rescue groups to discover. And in Washington D. C. , an air catastrophe investigator named Smith is set to get a cell name that may switch his existence.

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In The Golden urban, Twelve Hawks gives you the climax to his spellbinding epic. suffering to guard the legacy of his vacationer father, Gabriel faces troubling new questions and incessant threats. His brother Michael, now firmly allied with the enemy, pursues his ambition to wrest energy from Nathan Boone, the calculating chief of the Brethren. And Maya, the Harlequin warrior pledged to guard Gabriel in any respect bills, is pressured to choose that may switch her existence forever.

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